Chapter 1292: Tarring & Feathering

Alexander stared at Tilda's calm face and chuckled deeply. 

'So now, you understand?' 

The host wasted no time in getting things moving as he hastily threw his head behind his shoulders and yelled into his megaphone: "Quick! Bring her out!" 

Bring her out? 

The air became more exciting than it already was, with countless people glancing deeply towards the metal gate at one end of the arena, wondering who the devil was about to be brought out. 

Their hearts pumped vigorously, with a hint of expectancy brooding in their eyes. 

Lying trough.

What sort of exciting event does his majesty have in store for them?

~Grrrahh!

The metal gate was suddenly pushed wide open, revealing a stunning sight to behold, and in cane several guards, dragging in a raggedy clothed woman of about 46 or so.

Tilda's eyes widened and shook in horror as she watched the woman get dragged mercilessly onto the wooden stand below.